Paying a debt

It wasn’t really her fault, her boyfriend was a drug dealer and someone had to pay. The moment he decided to skim the merchandise, he sealed her fate.

I’d been in her house for a couple of hours waiting, preparation was always key, she was going to be alone tonight, we’d sent her boyfriend to a meeting with a buyer, unfortunately, someone had tipped the cops off and he’d got himself arrested.

She was 5ft4, petite, blonde and a b cup, she was very pretty and extremely fit.

The door unlocked shortly after 5pm, she was completely unaware what was waiting behind the door, if she’d known, she would have run, very quickly and very far. As she stepped through the door, I was lurking in the dark. I reached around and held the chloroformed cloth against her mouth and nose, she fought briefly, but her build didn’t help her chances much.

She came round about half an hour later, she was disorientated. It dawned on her that it was her bedroom, but how did she get there? Why couldn’t she move?

She looked round, her hands were tied to the headboard, her feet to the footboard, she was still dressed, but not in the denim dress she’d been wearing earlier. She craned her neck, she didn’t recognise the clothes she was dressed in. White woolly thigh high socks, a short grey pleated skirt, a white blouse. She wasn’t completely sure, but it did feel like she was wearing underwear, which was a bit of a relief at least, but why was she dressed like a schoolgirl? Albeit a slutty schoolgirl. She became aware that something was in her mouth, she couldn’t close her mouth, she could stick her tongue out, but it was nearly impossible to make any kind of noise.

It was about that time I walked back into the bedroom, alerted by the faint murmurs.

“Hello young lady,” I said, “good to see you are awake.”

She tried to speak, but couldn’t.

“I imagine you have some questions right now? I think it is fairly obvious where this is going, but your boyfriend has been stealing from us and someone needs to settle that bill. It appears that he’s gotten himself arrested, so that’s where you come in!”

A tear rolled out the corner of her eye as she realised the predicament she was in.

“I’ll be taking photos, for two reasons, firstly, people will pay to see them and secondly, your boyfriend will get a copy.” I took a few pictures of her bound to the bed, another tear rolled out the corner of her eye.

I climbed on the bed and started to unbutton the blouse. She tried to protest, but the gag made it impossible. Her blouse fell open, exposing her bra clad tits. I was looking forward to this. She squirmed, she tried to escape, it didn’t help. I took a knife from my back pocket, unfolded it and showed it to her. She shook her head, pleading with her eyes. One slice and the bra fell open, gloriously exposing her pert little, pasty white b cup tits. She squealed into her gag, her face started to turn red with exertion. I slapped her across the face.

“Calm down, or this could get a lot worse.”

I caressed her tits, rubbing them, playing with her nipples, groping, pinching, her tits were simply perfect. She sobbed into the gag. Fuck she was making me hard. I learnt down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, while playing with the other one. I reckon I cod play with her tits all night, but my hard on felt like it might break.

Her skirt had shuffled up, whilst she’d been trying to escape. Her cotton white panties were on show, I’d noticed earlier, when I tied her to the bed, that she had a perfect pussy, shaved as bald as the day she was born. I untied a leg and slowly pulled the panties down her gorgeous pale legs. She struggled and kicked out at me with her untied leg. It only really served to pull her leg out of the panties. I retied her leg, but to the side of the bed, not the end. I repeated the process on the other leg, leaving her looking like a perverse inverted T. Her pussy was spread open. Earlier I’d looked through her bedside cabinet, she had a few toys. I took the lube out and squirted a bit on her pussy, she was crying again, muffled pleas, all going unheeded. I slipped a finger into her pussy and massaged the lube in, as it moistened I slipped a second finger in, I explored the insides of her pussy with my fingers, pushing in as far as I could reach. She was obviously not enjoying this, but then, who cares? Not me. I slipped a third finger in, stretching her pussy, another squirt of lube helped. As I rubbed three fingers in and out of her pussy, I took a nipple in my mouth, sucking it into my mouth, giving it a little nibble. More tears and the occasional sob. I let her nipple fall out of her mouth and suck the side of her tit, hard. A bruised formed on it, the purple bright against her pale white breast meat. I moved around the tit and started again, I slowly made a ring of bruises around the nipple, all the time her chest was moving in time to the sobs. I had managed to slip my fourth finger into her pussy, despite the lube, it was tight, I carried on fingering her, her pussy was beginning to look red & angry. I was enjoying this. She was not. I ran my tongue around the inside of the gag, causing more tears to stream down her face. Her make up was smudged, she was beginning to closely resemble a Kiss groupy.

If I’m honest, I really wanted to slip my thumb in and fist her, but her pussy wasn’t relenting, it refused to accept the last digit, no matter how hard I tried. I’d been fingering her for about 20 minutes now, I pulled my fingers out and went back to the bedside cabinet. Opening the drawer, I spotted what I was looking for, a Rampant Rabbit. I pushed it, fairly effortlessly, into her pussy, wrapping a bit of gaffer tape around her hip and the vibrator to ensure it didn’t slip out. I set it to pulse and vibrate, on the fastest setting. She arched her back and let out a muffled wail from behind the gag, her eyes begging for mercy.

By this time, my cock was ready to burst, so I thought I’d see how effective the ring gag was. I stripped off. The fear was obvious in her eyes, obviously aware of the fact that my cock was going somewhere, and her pussy seemed othwrwise occupied. She turned her head away from me. I climbed on top of her, so I was looking directly down at her face. I reached down and straightened her head up, she fought me. I liked a fight, but it didn’t want to cause too much damage yet. I twisted her head round, so she was looking directly at me. I rested my cock on her chin, she tried to move away, but failed, I was holding her tight. I pushed the head of my cock through the ring gag, it wasn’t tight, so I didn’t get any benefit, except to see the disgust on her face as she felt it touch her tongue. She gagged. I pulled my cock out a bit and then back in, just touching down on her tongue every time. I gently lifted her head, impaling it on the shaft of my cock, simultaneously pushing into her mouth at the same time. I pushed into her throat, a roar came from the back of her throat, muffled by my cock, it vibrated, it felt good. I pushed harder, until all nine inches were buried in her mouth & throat. A tsunami of vomit erupted from the base of my cock, having forced it’s way around my cock end in her throat. I pulled out, have her a second to grab a breath and plunged straight back in. I repeated this a few times, making the most of the long, slow push in. I didn’t last long, it all became too much, I pushed in one final time and unleashed a torrent of cum, straight to the back of her throat. God it felt good. As I went limp, I withdrew. She was crying uncontrollably. All the time the Rabbit was torturing her pussy.

I climbed off, giving her unmolested tit a squeeze and tweaking her nipple. She tried, in vain, to pull away from me. I left her to it for a bit, I needed to recharge. I went downstair and made a sandwich and a drink. I took it back to the bedroom. She had a TV in the bedroom, so I laid beside her, ate, drank and watch some shit on TV. I played with her tits a bit, gently pinching her nipples, giving the tits a massage, just kept myself amused with the beauty that was laid beside me. The vibrator was still pulsating away.

After about an hour of playing with her tits and rubbing her clit, I felt recharged. I undid the tape and removed the vibrator, her pussy was very red & puffy, suitably abused. She actually sighed in relief. I could help thinking that wouldn’t last.

I took the opportunity to get a few pictures of her splayed open, tied to the bed. She looked remarkably fuckable as she laid there, I doubt she felt it.

I ran a finger up her slit, from arse to clit, she shuddered. I learnt down and nibbled one of her lips, working my way around her hole. I got to the clit and started licking it. She took a deep breath. Despite the abuse her pussy had taken, it tasted good, I used my tongue to probe the hole. She started sobbing again. She tasted good! After a while I stopped, it was time to fuck. I was erect again, I introduced the head of my cock to the entrance of her pussy.

“Look at me bitch, I want to see your eyes.”

She didn’t look at me. I slapped her across the right cheek.

“LOOK. AT. ME!”

She looked at me, a look of disgust, with an overtone of terror. As she looked at me, I pushed all 8 inches in, as hard as I could. Her eyes rolled back, I imagine the abused pussy hurt like hell. I withdrew, until the head was resting between her folds. Like a good girl, she was still looking at me. I hammered back in, with everything I could muster, this set the tone. I fucked her hard for a good 30 minutes, until I couldn’t hold back, I pushed in to the hilt and unleashed a torrent of cum into her. More sobbing.

I got off her and replaced the rabbit, I didn’t want her to feel any relief, lessons needed to be learnt here.

“Oooooooo, ease, ooooooo”, she mumbled around the gag. I ignored her.

I released her legs and tied them together, trapping the rabbit between her legs. I tied both her hands together, but back, loosely to the headboard. She rolled away from me, on her side. I spooned her & fell asleep.

I woke up sometime later, it was still dark outside.

I reached around and gently groped her tit, she shuddered. The rabbit was quietly massaging her pussy, I expect that will be very uncomfortable by now. I reached down and turned the vibrator off, removing it from her pussy.

“I expect you need the toilet? If you are going to be good, I’ll remove the gag and you can use the toilet and shower.”

She nodded. I removed the gag. She cried. I untied her legs and walked her to the ensuite, which luckily had no external windows. I left her sat on the toilet, head in her hands. I heard the shower start and gave her twenty minutes to clean herself. I went into the ensuite to make sure she wasn’t doing anything she shouldn’t. She was laid in bottom of the shower, crying.

“Have you done?”

“Fuck you!” She growled. The shower had obviously given her time to assess the situation.

I reached into the shower and grabbed a handful of hair, dragging her out of the shower. She squealed, as soon as she got upright, she swung a foot at me, aiming straight for my balls. Luckily I managed to twist and take it on the thigh. Instinctively I threw a punch at her stomach, winding her. That seemed to calm her attitude. I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. She was laid on her front, but as I was trying to tie her hands together to the headboard, she was trying to kick me. I sat on her arse so she couldn’t hit me, but it was like riding a bucking bronco. After tying her hands, I tied her legs to the sides of the bed, not as tight as before, but leaving her with her arse in the air.

“Get the fuck off me!” She shouted.

I picked up the ring gag and put it in her mouth, she resisted, bit I gripped her fringe and pulled upwards and back, which effectively left her with her mouth open. Using the other hand I popped the gag in. She knew her little outburst had been futile.

Her peachy little arse was sticking up, exposing her bumhole and her pussy. By way of a reward for her fighting me, I gave her ten firm, hard slaps on her pussy. She moaned in pain through her gag. Her pussy was puffy and swollen before I started. I reached for the lube, squirting a good bead from her arse crack to her pussy. I used a finger to rub it into her pussy, quickly adding a second, then a third finger. I worked three fingers in and out, adding more lube, I managed to get my little finger in too. I was rubbing all four finger in and out, enjoying the sensation of her twitching fanny gripping my hand. She was still growling into her gag, I don’t think she was enjoying it as much as I was. As I pushed in, I rubbed a bit of the lube onto my thumb, which I then hooked into her arsehole. Her growl became a bit louder as her arsehole tried to fight the intrusion of my thumb. It failed, as I fingered her pussy, I was now fucking her arse with my thumb, with my other hand I played with her nipples. I withdrew my thumb from her bum and slowly worked it into her pussy, pushing hard to force my hand into her battered & abused pussy. She was sobbing uncontrollably, which only served to make my cock rock hard, painfully so. I pulled my fist out, until the wide part was separating her lips, then plunged it back in, pistoning in and out of her. It felt sublime, the pain it was causing her was making my throbbing cock ache. I slowly, very slowly, pulled my fist out of her pussy. She tried following my hand backward to keep it in, obviously removing it was more painful than leaving it there. With a satisfying plop, her pussy released my hand. I pushed a finger into her arse, my fingers were well lubed, I worked a second in, her arse was gripping my finger like a championship arm wrestler, she was screaming into her gag. I squirted lube onto my finger to lube her arse, I wanted the pain to be hers when the time came.

I fingered her arse for a few minutes, working the lube into the tunnel of her arse. I removed my fingers and rested the head of my extremely hard cock at her sphincter. She was shaking her head, sobbing and uttering a gutteral groan, as I slowly pushed in. The head of my cock pushed through the ring, as it passed the muscles, it felt like it was sucked in. She was still sobbing, groaning and wildly shaking her head. I eased the entire 8 inches into her anal passage, only stopping when I could get no more in. I slowly pulled and inch out and pushed it back, this wasn’t mercy, I was afraid that ramming it in might tear my cock off. I pulled two inches out and pushed it back in, slowly increasing the amount I pulled out with every stroke. All the while, her screams hadn’t lessened. By the time I had withdrawn to the head of my cock, I was hammering into her arse. She had stopped screaming and was more like a ragdoll. I had to check she hadn’t passed out. She hadn’t. I only lasted about five minutes, before the walls of her arse had milked every drop out of me. I pulled out, she cried again. I figured her pussy had earnt a rest, so I slid the rabbit into her arse and taped it in place.

I untied her legs, rolled her over and tied her back to the footboard. Her legs were spread, but with a little freedom, the rabbit was still buzzing away in her arse.

“If you behave, I’ll remove the gag and the vibe, but you need to promise not to shout.”

She nodded and gurgled a yes. I removed the tape and the vibrator. I reached around her head and removed the gag. She wiggled her jaw, I guess it ached from the hours it had been held open.

“Why?” She croaked.

“As I said, your boyfriend owes us money. He’s locked up, so you need to pay.”

“I can get you money.”

“That’s no fun though, we want to make sure your boyfriend gets the message.”

“Do you want some thing to eat and a drink?” I was aware that she’d not had anything in about 10 hours.

She nodded. I went to the kitchen and fixed a bowl of cereal for her and a drink of juice. I either had to feed her, or release a hand. Feeding her seemed the easiest and most sensible. I fed her the cereal and the drink.

“Could I use the toilet please?” She asked quietly.

I untied her, and guided her to the ensuite, I figured that we’d reached a bit of an understanding, that and as an en-suite, there was no window, so escape seemed unlikely.

“Can I have a bit of privacy please?”

I pushed the door to, not closed, but nearly. After a few minutes I heard water running, like she was having a shower. Why not? At least she’ll be fresh for the next round.

After about 15 minutes I started to worry that she had been so long. I got up and went to the door, as I reached out for the handle, it smashed into me. The bitch had mustered some energy for a fight. Shit! I stumbled back to the bed, gained my senses fairly quickly and looked to see her opening the bedroom door. I got up and ran after her, she was quick. Shit! I caught up with her at the top of the stairs, I grabbed a handful of hair, she carried on running as I pulled her back. We both slid down the stairs. At the bottom, I had landed on top, I used her hair to lift her to her feet. I was pissed off. I swung a right handed punch to her body, connecting with her stomach, winding her. She slumped back to the floor. I picked her up again. I swung another punch. I repeated this twice more, connecting with the side of her head the second time, it knocked her clean out.

I carried her back upstairs to her bedroom. What a fucking bitch, she was going to pay for that. I tied her to the bed, spreadeagled in a perfect x, I pulled the ropes so they were as tight as they would go, the stretch accentuating every muscle in her body.

I went back downstairs and out to my car, I had a bag of supplies in the boot. I took the bag upstairs and laid it on the floor beside the bed. First off I pulled a pair of nipple clamps out, they were the type with a chain between them. I attached them to one nipple and then the second. I used the adjustment screw to tighten them up as far as I could, the jagged little teeth biting into her puffy little nipples. I gave the chain a little pull to make sure they were firmly in place. They were. She didn’t stir. A bruise was starting to form on the left side of her face.

I reached back to my bag and took hold of the pear. If you don’t know what a pear is, it’s a metal pear shape, split in to three segments lengthways, hinging at the top. A threaded bar with a circular wedge at the bottom goes through it, like the core & stalk on the fruit. If you wound the thread out, it made the body expand. Once inserted in an orifice, and expanded, it affectively and painfully, locked the device in place. I put some lube on the pear and pushed it into her arsehole. I wound the threaded bar out, until it would go no further. I imagine that if she’d been awake, she’d have been in a lot of pain.

Next I grabbed the inflatable gag from the bag. This gag didn’t need fixing around the head, it literally sat in the mouth and it was pumped up, removing it whilst inflated would be nearly impossible.

I left her pussy alone for now, she was pretty well stuffed as it was. Finally I pulled out a cane. I used the cane to wake her up. I slapped her across her tits with it. It left a beautiful purple welt across them, then another and another, the third one brought her round. As soon as she woke, her eyes were open, wide open, terror and pain focusing them. I slapped her inner left thigh with the cane, then her right, she squealed into the gag, the resulting sound was more of a muffled groan. I carried on whipping her thighs, alternating between legs. By the time I had finished, a dozen or more welts had risen on her inner thighs.

I lightly tapped the nipple clamps with the cane, every tap made her wince. I pulled on the chain between the clamps with my hand. It stretched her nipples, the clamps were not going to let go. I pulled harder, her nipples were distorted and stretched to nearly an inch long. She was sobbing again, obviously hurting. I pulled back the whip and brought it crashing down on her tits, just above the nipples. I did it again, & again, & again. By now, seven perfect, purple welts criss-crossed her tits.

I pulled on the threaded bar of the pear, trying my best to pull it out, it was not going to come out, it had expanded to about the size of an orange inside her. What it would do, is cause a lot of pain. Her breathing was quite ragged through her nose, what with the tears and snot, breathing wasn’t going to be easy. Her eyes were begging me to stop, the pain must have been unbelievable. Stopping was definitely not on the agenda. she looked sublime, the welts rising, angry and purple across her body. I lubed a finger up and pushed into her pussy again, working in and out. The pear pushed against the inner wall of her pussy, making it quite tight. I slipped another finger in, it was obviously hurting more than before, that just made it even more enjoyable for me. Tears were flooding from her eyes. She muttered some inaudible words behind the gag. I assume it was a plea, but I didn’t care. I pushed a third finger in, it felt like I was turning her inside out and had to push in and out with my arm rather than the gentle fingering a lover might do. After five minutes, I stopped. I removed the gag.

“Please stop, please, please stop.” She whispered.

I untied her legs and hands. I retrieved a collar from the bag and put it on her. The collar had loops on the side, where wrist binders could be clipped. As it happens, I had a pair of wrist binders, which I put on her and clipped to the collar. She was bound so her arms were immobile, but her legs were free.

“I want you to come over here and suck my cock,” I said, “if I feel any teeth, I will beat the living shit out of you!”

I sat on the edge of the bed waiting. She came over, on her knees and wrapped her mouth around my cock, gently, slowly sucking the length of my shaft into her mouth. Her silky smooth, velvety tongue worked up and down the shaft, licking around the head of my cock, she was obviously eager to please. As I reached the point of no return, I grabbed the back of her head and forced my shaft into her throat, pushing the entire 8 inches all the way in, her lips were touching my abdomen, my head was pushing past her gag reflex. She was drooling, she couldn’t help it. She tried to pull back, but I had a good grip on her, she started to convulse, her eyes were bloodshot, she was struggling for air, her lungs must have been burning. I let a stream of cum go, straight into her stomach, no option to spit. Her eyes were slowly closing, she was losing consciousness, just at that moment I released her head and she collapsed into the floor, desperately sucking in air.

As she was recovering, I got a length of chain and two padlocks out of the bag. I padlocked one end of the chain to the threaded bar on the pear, there was a hole at the end, for just this purpose. The other end of the chain was wrapped around the leg of the bed, through the footboard and padlocked back to itself. She was now mobile enough to get to the ensuite toilet, but equally still a prisoner in her bedroom. She couldn’t undo the pear, as her hands were bound to her collar and pulling it out by walking would literally rip her a new arsehole.

I left her ungagged, it was very unlikely anyone would hear her if she shouted.

“I’m going to get some sleep, feel free to join me.” I said. She didn’t. I pretended to fall asleep, she was sat in a corner, crying. As I squinted through nearly closed eyes, I could see her trying to grab the chain with her toes and pull it out of her arse. She soon let it go when she did get hold of it, I think the pain must have been unbearable, she quietly wimpered into a bitten lip. This amused me a little, she was now aware that she wasn’t getting out of the chains.

I must have slept for 3 hours. I woke up and she was leant into the corner, keeping the weight on one arse cheek, so she wasn’t resting on the threaded bar of the pear.

“Jump up here and sit on my cock.” I instructed.

“Please, no more.”

“Do you want me to drag you over here by the chain?”

She climbed onto the bed, until she was positioned over my erect cock, rubbing her lips in the helmet until her pussy gripped it, then she lowered herself onto it. The feeling was unreal, her pussy was so tight with the pear in place.

“Fuck me then!”

“I, I, c-can’t, not with my hands tied.”

“You fucking can, and you will.” I said, as I pulled the chain on the nipple clamps, which I had forgotten to remove.

She started to rise up my shaft. I released the nipple clamps. She carried on fucking me, sliding up and down the shaft of my cock. I put a load into her pussy and pushed her back onto the bed. I unlocked the chain at the pear and refixed it to the collar. I released her hands. I wound the pear down, so it could be removed. I pulled it out and her poor arsehole gapped, it had been held open for so long, that it was unlikely to close up for a while. I also removed the nipple clamps, the relief on her face was obvious.

“Th-th-thank you.” She whispered.

“Don’t thank me, this isn’t the end!” I said.

She cried again.

“Get the rabbit and fuck yourself.” I instructed.

She shook her head.

“Either you fuck yourself, or I will.”

She picked up the rabbit and slid it into her pussy, slowly fucking herself. It was beautiful to watch.

“Play with your tits while you do it.”

I got my phone out, I had been taking photos all night, but figured that this deserved videoing. Tears cascaded from her eyes as I videoed.

“Put the rabbit up your arse and finger yourself.”

She did. She was wincing as the rabbit slid in.

“Turn it on.”

She shook her head.

“Really? Do we need to do this every time? Do it, or I will do worse.”

She turned the vibe on, pulsing and probing her arse. She carried on fingering herself. I learnt the phone on the nightstand, so it was focused on her.

“Suck my dick again.”

I walked over to where she was sat and pushed my cock towards her mouth. Just as she began to close her lips around my mouth, she reached up with her spare hand and punched me in the bollocks. I hit the floor like a sack of shit. I went dizzy. I could feel her rifling through my pockets. It dawned on me that she was trying to find the keys. I slapped her hand away and retreated to the bedroom door. Fuck that hurt! I needed time to recover from that one. I sat out in the hallway, feeling a little bit sorry for myself.

I gave it half an hour, enough time for me to be sure I wasn’t going to vomit and for my balls to recover. I went back into the bedroom, she was still there, chained to the bed, but she looked like a woman possessed. As I got closer she sneared and ran at me. I waited until she got close and punched her right on the end of the nose. She instantly slumped to the floor, I got on the floor and punched her in the face repeatedly. Her nose was bleeding, her lip was split and her eyes were going black. I grabbed hold of her hair, either side of her head and banged her head on the floor a few times. I punched her one more time, she passed out.

When she came round, she was tied to the end of the bed, bent over the footboard, with her head on the bed, an ankle tied to each leg of the end of the bed, spread as wide as she could be. Her arms were tied to the sides of the bed. She was gagged again, but it was a cloth gag, her mouth was stuffed full too.

I kicked her, as hard as I could, straight between the legs. The flat of my foot made full force contact with her pussy. She screamed into the gag. I kicked her again, and again, and again. She stopped screaming. I grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her head up, she had passed out again. Her pussy was swollen and bright red. I slapped her around the face until she came round. As she focused in front of her, she saw the whip and my hand holding a phone. She looked closer at the phone. It said “Random Number Generator”.

“I was just going to give you 100 lashes of the whip for what you did, but I figured I would give you a chance. The number generator could land anywhere from 1 to 100, then I will whip you that many times.”

She screamed , shook her head and tried 5i say something. I didn’t care.

“Watch the phone, or I’ll just give you 100 lashes.”

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the phone. I clicked “go”. The numbers randomly flashed on the screen. I pressed the “stop” button. 54 flashed on the screen.

“Nice, 54 lashes it is.”

She wept, tear were streaming down her face and I hadn’t even started. I picked 5he whip up and gave her 54 lashes across her arse and back, 54 beautiful, purple, welts, some split the skin where they crossed, a little blood showed. She screamed into the gag again, I think if she hadn’t had the gag, she would have woken the neighbourhood. After the thrity second lash, she passed out again. I didn’t stop. I left her slumped, but still tied to the end of the bed. She came round about 10 minutes later. I put some lube on her arsehole, she was sobbing uncontrollably, the pain must have been considerable. I pushed my cock into her arsehole, giving her whipped arse cheek a slap as I pushed in to the hilt. I fucked her arse for about 15 minutes, before I exploded inside her, thick ropes of cum lining her bowel. I went into the ensuite and ran a bath.

I untied her from the bed, she was limp and barely able to walk. I had literally whipped the energy out of her. I dragged her, by the hair, to the bath. I pushed her head into the water, and lifted her into the bath, pulling her head out of 5h4 water in one fluid motion.

“Wash yourself. Make sure every part of you is clean.”

She was a mess, her nose was bleeding, her eyes black, her cheek bruised, her tits, inner thighs, arse and back were whipped and bruised. She gingerly cleaned herself. She got out and dabbed herself dry with a towel.

“Get on the bed.”

I put the collar back on, chained it to one leg of the headboard. In an act of mercy, I left her untied otherwise. She assumed the foetal position, laid on her side, probably the only unbruised part of her.

I let her rest. She’d been on the go for about 18 hours by now. I went down to the kitchen and made us both a sandwich and a drink. There was also a couple of bottles of Stella. I took the food and drink up to her.

“Eat, drink, you need to keep your energy up.” I mocked.

She ate, she drank. She slept. I drank the beer.

I couldn’t resist playing with her while she slept, I pinched her nipples and rubbed her bruised tits. I fingered her pussy, I got a couple of fingers in her bruised pussy, then I squirted lube onto her pussy. She was obviously exhausted, she didn’t murmur. With the help of the lube I managed another finger, then four, rubbing, pushing in and out of her pussy. My thumb slid, with ease, into her arsehole. I fingered both holes, whilst playing with her nipples. It occurred to me that the bottles would fit nicely inside her. I used the fat end of the first bottle on her pussy, the lube helped it slip in nicely, it slipped in upto the neck, main part of the bottle hidden. The second bottle went, neck first into her arsehole, I pushed it in until the neck was inside her, putting more lube on it, her arsehole stretched to accept the body of the bottle. I pulled it out and turned it around and pushed the fat end into her arse. She was now holding two bottle in place. I took some more photos of her laid on her side, with two bottle obscenely protruding from her. She slept on. I left the bottles there.

At about 5pm, 24 hours after this started, she woke up. She looked around, hoping beyond hope that this was all a bad dream. It wasn’t. She felt between her legs.

“What the fuck?” She asked.

“Ah, I entertained myself while you slept.” Oi said.

I removed both bottles, unceremoniously. I took them and put them outside the bedroom door. I was fairly sure she wasn’t going to try anything again, but didn’t want to risk leaving a weapon about.

I rested my elbow in the bed, with my arm pointing directly up, fist clenched.

“Come and fuck my hand.” I said. “Don’t make me ask twice!”

She moved over to me and slowly, carefully impaled herself on my fist, it wasn’t easy, but she managed to get my fist inside her up to the wrist. She moved around on it, fucking herself with my fist. Her pussy was distended, battered and bruise, but she did as she was told, not wanting and more punishment. I pulled my fist out.

“Lay down.”

She lay one her back, trying to find a comfortable way to lay there, but unable.

“Open your legs wide.”

She pulled her feet back to her bottom and spread her knees as wide as she could. I pushed my fist back into her, pistoning in and out. I pulled my hand out, her gaping pussy looked back at me. I pushed straight back in, straight up to my wrist. She didn’t flinch, she didn’t cry, she was accepting the pain.

“Roll over and put two pillows under your hips.” I demanded.

She did, leaving her arsehole on display. I put two fingers in, rubbing around, probing, examining. I slid a third finger in, then a fourth. It was taking a bit of time to beat her anal muscles, but I was winning, just the thumb to go and I was fisting her arsehole. I squirted more lube onto my hand, as I slipped my thumb in, she cried out and a tear dropped to the bed. I had managed to get a reaction again. I fisted her arse for a while, relishing the pain it was causing her. I replaced my hand with a buttplug.

“Climb on top of me.” I said as I laid on my back. “I want your pussy on my face and you sucking my cock.”

She lowered herself to my face, bent forward and took my cock in her mouth. I lucked her pussy, it still tasted great. I shot a load into her mouth.

“Swallow it, or I’ll beat you again.”

She swallowed.

“Lay on the bed.”

She laid on the bed, I tied her spreadeagled to it again. I left the buttplug in, pushed the rabbit, in it’s entirety, into her pussy, set it to high and put tape on her to make sure neither would fall out. I reapplied to nipple clamps, as tight as they would go, and gagged her with a pair of knickers and a tie I found.

“Well, I think you’ve paid the bill, it’s been fun. Just one last thing.”

I took a sheet of paper and wrote “bill paid in full” across it. I grabbed the stapler of the desk in the corner or the room. I opened the stapler up, rested the paper on her tits and stapled both too corners. She squealed again, tears rolling out of the corner of her eyes.

I left her there, bound to the bed, abused and unable to move. I collected everything I had taken with me and left.

Apparently her boyfriend was realeased on the Monday and he found her where I had left her. It was never reported to the police for fear of retribution.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r637g8/paying_a_debt